“Yes, very,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down
one.”
And he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to
pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home. The
next day the wolf came again, and said to the littlepig:
“Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will
you go?”
“Oh yes,” said the pig, “I will go; what time shall you be
ready?”
“At three,” said the wolf. So the little pig went off before
the time as usual, and got to the fair, and bought a
butter-churn, which he was going home with, when he
saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do.
So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned
it round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it,
which frightened the wolf so much, that he ran home
without going to the fair. He went to the little pig’s
house, and told him how frightened he had been by a
great round thing which came down the hill past him.
Then the little pig said:
“Hah, I frightened you, then. I had been to the fair and
bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it,
and rolled down the hill.”
Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he
would eat up the little pig, and that he would get down
the chimney after him. When the little pig saw what he
was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made
up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down,
took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put